Ghetto love

the hand me down shoes never fit me in the first place ashamed of where im from so i lie about my birth place welcome to the ghetto cant you hear the sounds gun shots, water dripping from the roof into pots, glasses that shatter, ocasional luaghter, angry dogs that hawl, and the hungry stomachs that grawl my house is small it consists of eight people, two bedrooms, and four walls you said the ice cream truck i didnt know we still had one we havent paid this months rent or the last one my beds on the floor i allways get cramps i heard mama crying last night because they cut the food stamps yeah i know we dont got much cant eat too much at dinner cuase thats gonna be lunch yes i know my car dont look like yours but it moves around and still got four doors yes i know i aint in the suburbs with a view form above im in the ghetto and everything about it i still love